Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.